Morphing Again - Mike Gordon

We met in blankets of rain

Speaking in bubbles her words umbrellaed me

When we bounced back to her house

She got quiet and wound up her energy

She leapt like a frog

But got chased by the green sparrow

She bartered her being

Escaping the bird as a airborne scorpion

She's morphing again

Into something I can't recognize

Just when I'm in

She might morph her wet out

Now that the years have gone by

She flutters through rain like a waterlogged buttterfly

I feel much more calm when she lands

My sould mate sits still with a new found tranquility

Then comes her quantum leap

She gets chased by the green sparrow

We met some old friends

Who mistook her for someone she wants to become

She's morphing again

Into something I can't recognize

Just when I'm in

She might morph her wet out

She's morphing again

Morphing again

Morphing again